Very Wet Watery Mucus

A heap of broken images, where, the sun beats , A heap of broken images where the sun shines And the dead tree
Gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, and the dead tree gives no shelter, no relief cricket
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only &bsp; of your shadow in the morning progresses
behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; or your shadow of dusk that rises to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust. ,   I will show you fear in a handful of dust.